Within a few seconds, she had sucked my cock and had managed to hold my cock up as she climbed up on the bed. She put her hands on my chest and pivote... up onto her feet, which she positioned beside my hips. With a gleeful look in her eyes and a glob of drool falling on my nipple, she held my cock upright again, then suddenly dropped and impaled herself fully down the entire 7+ inches of my hard as nails fourty-seven-year-old circumcised cock. She was so drunk she could not raise herself off of. Mom was going to LA for a long weekend in August and I decided that was going to be my coming out day. The last hurdles were body shaping, breast forms and a nice outfit. I had saved up enough to buy a set of quality breast forms. They weren't cheap, at least the decent looking ones. Fortunately, there was a boutique for cross dressers in the city. One afternoon, Sophie was hanging out with me as I did my daily chores. I was wearing nylons, the denim skirt and a flowered top Sophie picked out. "Sherry isn't here. She left this morning."I'd called the Crane residence to arrange a time to give them the watercolor landscapes I'd painted for them, and yes, the paintings were an excuse for me to speak with Sherry. I ached to see her again."When will she return?" I said. "I'm asking because I'd like to deliver the watercolor landscapes I promised the two of you." I don't know. She owns a retreat in the White Mountains. She did say she'd be back to spend Christmas Day with me."To say that I. “Let’s wait for him until he actually dies. Then he’ll get his genitals back, but he’ll lose what’s left of his freedom in the bargain. In the meantime, he’s largely indentured ... and I don’t have any plans to release him anytime soon, if ever. Tell me, does he ... have the condition, too, now that he can’t pass it on?” I queried.“Yes, but only in the same sense that the others do. He doesn’t have Schumacher Syndrome in his own right,” Marcy winked at me.“Schumacher Syndrome?” I.